Another wolf arrived and Naudir resisted the urge to stare at his tusks. It was a curious feature, as were his markings but there were other matters to attend to. The scarred male declared them a hunting party and she nodded. A buffalo would feed all of them certainly and she was not one to be particular about company. Such an odd gathering had to be the work of the gods and she was certain some sign would reveal itself in this task. Perhaps then she'd finally gain some direction in her future. Naudir did not like the idea of being a loner forever and she had dimly thought of joining one of the other packs at least temporarily but she doubted she'd fit.
The man asked how well she could communicate with her ravens and she swiftly answered. "Very well, they've been with me for over two years now. Balthazaar, the black raven, sighted a heard of bison to the northwest." She turned to her companion. "Anything else you wish to add?"
The bird nodded and came to a rest between Naudir's shoulder blades. "They number about 2 dozen and it seems there are young calves with them as well."
